Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 14:39:11 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 100
TRIO 100 !!!!!!
NOTE: This is a celebration episode but trust me, there is an explanation
at the end, like it or not! :)
ADDITIONAL NOTE: The last ten pages of this were totally lost. I had to
rewrite them all over. Sigh. I don't think they are as good as the first
version but they are all I have now. Still I think that first version had
something these last ten pages do not.
All around him, the suffering boy noticed, were hundreds of other one on
one battles going on. Smaller guys were lean and well built, some so short
they could almost fit under the pecs of the more muscular guys. The more
muscular guys, some of them, were so in the belief that they would easily
route out the skinnier, smaller guys, that they plunged bulk like into the
smaller dudes. This cost them their gut holes as the smaller guys, fit
their short and long swords or their eager knives into the big round
bellies of these raging bulls. Of course, there were proud twinks also
standing firm against the larger muscle men, who were stronger. A great
number of the muscle men easily out weaponed and outclassed these twinks
and soon many a twink stood there with their bellies exposed, their chests
puffed out proudly to prove they were the men they weren't...and to their
credit they stood there even after their weapons were knocked from their
hands, their fists...and waited for the final thrust into their softer
bellies. A few crouched down at the last moment, their bellies, somewhat
more roundish...for these few were not real twinks but somewhere between
weekend athlete, TV couch potato, and tight lean warrior....stuck out at
the bottom but it felt the sword point not only glance the belly button
ridge that stuck out but the full impact of that point tunneling into and
through the navel back wall. As the boy stood, proud too, that his belly
could take what they were taking and more, he kept his face serious but
felt like laughing. This felt good. Too good to be believed. Too good to
have death the end result of it. His dick was hard and up against his lower
belly, threatening to go higher...did go higher. His dickhead felt up the
metal of the sword in him. For the first time, the boy looked at the
warrior that was sticking him. The guy had a twinkle in his eye. He looked
gruff and unshaven but not unattractive. He had deep brown eyes and jet
black hair, to his ears. He was a man, older and more muscled. His arm felt
every moment of stabbing me, the boy thought. The sounds of the others
dying and winning filled his ears as he liked to think he was not alone in
enjoying this sensation and the coming cumming death it would bring so
soon...his dick was wet and slick up against the metal. The warrior killing
him looked down at it and laughed. The boy jerked, once, twice, three
times, plowing his belly onto the sword point some more, filling his meat,
his being. He controlled these jerks but he wanted to feel it in him more
and more so he let loose on the fifth and sixth jerk. He rose his hands to
around the warrior's thick frame and hugged. He recalled a time when his
abs felt like their own steel fortress..NOTHING could enter it or penetrate
it. So he thought. He smirked. He even mentally had challenged this
warrior, who picked up the signs immediately and thought, why not? Easy
enough kill. Easy enough sexual release for the warrior. Whos dick spat now
all over the boy's tender and softer belly, sperm parting at the sword and
flying up the sides of the boy's bare pink flesh. The boy fulpupped as he
looked proud and his serious I'M GOING TO STAND HERE AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN
face and attitude wavered for a bit and his gulping little kid I DON'T
WANNA DIE look came across for only a second or two. He jerked again and
slunk over the sword slightly and stood back up. The warrior looked at him
proudly as if to say YOU TAKE IT WELL. BE PROUD FOR YOU ARE A STRONG
WARRIOR. He admired him. But he was the winner. And he admired himself more
for that. Damn him, the boy thought, if only....an arrow caught the warrior
in his side and he fell off the boy. The boy felt like cheering but he
slowly succumbed to the sword which the warrior still had clasped in his
hand and was still connected to the boy. The pain changed to a new type of
pain as it ripped upward as the sword went low and the warrior died
first. "Fucker, die first huha!" The boy fell across the warrior who
took another arrow to his heart. Belly to belly, the boy cam on the
warrior's hip.
Two boys, one slightly older than the other. Fighting. Medium sized
sword. One boy had on what seemed to be tie shorts which almost went down
to his knees. He had long hair in back and looked a bit like Noah Hathaway
from THE NEVER ENDING STORY with a bit more meat to his stomach if not his
arms and legs, which were lean and those of a runner. The other, slightly
taller, boy looked somewhat Italian or French with maybe a bit Hispanic in
him. He had on long almost Lycra black pants and boots. He had very short
hair, almost a crewcut skinhead but not quite. They face each other warily
yet both moved in on each other at the exact same moment, afraid the other
would get the upper hand if they did not move with each other, almost like
a dance. Dancing. The smaller boy moved and the swords hit each other,
upward. This allowed them to get really close to each other as they
struggled for dominance. Almost touching bellies. The taller boy moved his
sword out by bending his elbow and moving the sword down his enemy's sword,
sliding, dick like against dick like. It felt cool to both. But the younger
boy realized too late this move. He got the sword point right in his open
and big bellybutton. A soft belly yes but hard abs beneath. The younger
bent like a stack of cards falling in on each other after leaning on each
other. The taller boy jabbed the sword in and out really really fast and
kept the sword backward, his elbow bent. Eventually he straightened it out
and the sword pointed at the floor. His shoulders back, his chest slightly
out, he hunched his back but kept his head via his neck sticking out as if
in a `IN YOUR FACE" kind of serious mode. His right leg remained where it
was when he stabbed the younger boy and his other moved slightly. But as
he stood in this victory pose, he watched his enemy die, rolling to the
floor, his belly sideways and then his hips shaking. He didn't flinch as he
watched the younger die, a slight kick here, a shudder in his shoulder
there, both arms crossed over the belly wound in a tight stomach hug, that
would not save him. The boy's eyes closed and that was it. He was done for
and dead. The older boy used his foot to kick the boy over to be sure. He
was dead.
Suddenly the same boy rushed toward him. "Now me!" The long hair mullet
flew as the boy rushed at him. "Yes a twin!"
"C'mon then, and they say twins do everything their other twin brother
does."
"It is not always true in everything!"
"You shall be doing what he just did...dying on the end of my long
sword..."
They clashed in much the same manner but the taller boy was tired and too
confident. A few clangs and they ba cked off each other after each. They
both looked more serious now, the taller one more confident. Or so he
thought. The younger twin looked determined and yet moved as if he were
prancing about in a play date game. As he came close, trying to bend his
elbow, the younger copy of the one he just slew, used his hand to move down
the sword, his forearm on the same arm as that hand, to block the
sword. And move it away just enough for him to...jab his horizontal sword
right in the guy's close quartered belly. The taller guy knew he was hit
and could not believe it. Yet he knew he was hit because of the searing
pain as the boy shoved the sword full in. He was in his stride too, just
about to try the same move on this twin, who had obviously seen the move in
the last second of his young brother's life...and countered it. The taller
guy knew he was countered and was about to enact an even better move that
would ensure that his sword drove through this young boy's intestinal
tunnel but now he would not get the chance. As he thought all this while
being first struck, he was in the same pose, a sudden jerk moved him from
determined action to a stillness at the end of a blow well felt jerk. He
had jerked yes, but only once and he was bent slightly. He dropped his
sword and his two hands went to his gut hole but he couldn't touch it for
there was a sword sticking in. He felt his sides and above and below
fast. IT all happened as fast as he had jabbed the first twin. For a second
of two he was suspended in this first jerk end...like a movie that had just
stopped in the projector caught in a headlight like a deer or a fly in the
old sticky tape traps. Yet he was not caught, just dying from a sword point
in his gut hole. Just above his pants line. His hands moved to his pants
line and drew them down. He wanted to die with them lower and lower. He
jerked again and as the twin moved the sword back out him, he was suspended
in this second jerk. He tried to stay on his feet. His legs crossed. He was
wavering in the air. He stopped being suspended and he fought falling, he
fought bending. He fought. This made his dick fight to grow and his
fighting made his penis hard and slick with wetness. The twin that stabbed
him moved back to watch this show. He smiled a bit. He used his free hand
to move his hair back off his shoulder. He rounded on the taller boy. Yet
he wouldn't miss a moment of this. It would be over all so soon anyway. The
taller one, despite his efforts to resist dying, did fall. His legs moved
over each other and bent, stopped, bent some more and in a jerk again, bent
to the floor. He stumbled in a heap, all this happened in one spot.. The
spot he was stabbed in. Which literally speaking were covered by his hands
now, having been so since the sword was removed. His legs kicked as he went
sideways and he jerked on the floor, stopped again. Jerked. Rolled onto
his back and the boy kicked him over onto his side. The dying one's hands
left his belly wound now to try to stabilize himself. They were uselessly
dropping to the ground however. The taller jerked to so that his dick
popped out and he jerked over onto his belly. The twin put a foot on his
back and then stopped, giving the taller the dignity to cum in peace. The
twin watched happily.
A boy nearby twirled, an arrow lodged in his chest. His belly sunk in as he
panted for air. Another boy wrestled with an arrow in his side, and yet
another found an arrow shaft protruding into his belly button. A boy next
to that one looked at him and laughed as the friend looked at him
accusingly, then fell back to nurse his dying body. That boy, the one who
laughed, got an arrow in his belly button too but from his back. The arrow
had been shot from behind and zipped out his navel. Archer boys were
firing but soon ran out of arrows, thus waiting ranks of other boys ran out
to attack them. It was knife to knife. Boys grappled with other boys, hands
wrapped around wrists and knife hilts. The one who gave way first, the one
who lost his strength or his grip on the enemy's wrist that held the hand
that sported the knife, soon found his belly giving in and inner stomach
muscles giving way to that very enemy knife. Legs went up. Bellies went
down. Boys were knifed against trees. Some of the attackers were not lucky
though and they were the one who got a knife in their gut holes. And some
of the archer boys used their own bows to stick into the navels of the
coming attackers. More archers came forth and a sword wild boy, who stabbed
many sword boys and spear men, came forward, daring the archers to kill
him. So they did. They smiled. He smiled as he died. "Ooooo, I'm out of it
then..."
Someone else called him a fool.
The battle took a turn. One side obliterated the other. Lots of bodies,
full of wounds were strewn across the grassy field, and the dirt
road. Arrows hit the last crowd of younger boys. "Right in mi belly!" The
boy sounded excited that he was hit in his gut hole. Others just went down,
shafts in their navels, in their chests and their sides. Crunching against
their hips. Spears stayed in bellies and men dying tried to lie down on
their backs, holding the spears so as not to cause themselves any more
pain. A few ran onto the spears, running into rock faces or thick trees. To
drive them in faster so they would not suffer.
Very dark blond hair on a bulky guy, muscled and older, was on his back
with a spear in his belly button. He held the spear but then wondered how
long he could live feeling the pain in his gut hole like this. He purposely
moved that spear around to feel sensations he would never have believed
before to be so good. He shut his eyes and cam as his dick came thrusting
out of his flimsy loin cloth. "Oh my! Nennnnnnnnnnnnn'ver likenuthing like
ittttahhh!" He lasted a long time but he too expired while the last two
youths fought more and more of the enemy horde by themselves. His death
ended with a great sperming up from his dick parted lips to his chin and a
few volleys of cum bombs over his head.
Some bodies had weapons still in them. Some did not. Swords dangled in the
air, arrows shifted as bellies moved, some with the wind, some with pain
and suffering of last vestiges of life. Spears were pulled out and
discarded by the victims. Many of the slayers took their own weapons
out...promptly put them in again and took them along with them when they
moved on callously. Forgetting the carnage they caused on any one single
body.
Still as the others died, the last two youths fought side by side against
thousands and thousands. "They keep coming!" The skinnier one said. Yet he
had great muscles.
"I'm about to, too!" The other said as he waved his sword into dozens of
swords, his great arm, muscled. His swing caused swords to depart hands and
fly in the air. Hands were cut off too and some swords were tipped off.
Tips flew off the swords. Waving his sword fast out of this swing, he
jabbed it into the belly of a barbarian, a hairy monster of man
and took it out. He felt joy in his heart and his dick jumped with it too
as the barbarian's gasp indicated he was fatally stabbed in his guthole.
"Hey man, I just slew a 35 year old barbarian! I did it! I did it! Skinner!
I did it!"
Skinner, a skinhead with slight blond features on his eyebrows and head,
gasped, "But there's more and more of em cumming, Bolder! More and more!"
He jabbed a long spear with one hand into two oncoming warrior boys and
with his other hand, used a long thin sword to jab the belly of another
into the belly of a fourth. He pulled out with mighty heaves, discarding
the four bodies.
"I know! And we're...you and I...it looks like we're the only two left! To
stand against them!"
"But our innocent old men and women, the females, the children! Now our
town will be overrun!"
"NO! No, it won't, now that they're here! Now that Trio's here!"
"I see them!" Just then a younger warrior grabbed the arms of Skinner as
Trio came over a mountain side to view the battlefield strewn with bodies,
some still moving into death. As the youth grabbed, Skinner yelled, "Get
off!" He stabbed the kid easily, moving his arm away from the boy's tender
grip but he was distracted and as he was, another long haired blond kid
rammed a sword deep in his
belly button. "Awwww,weeee fuck! TEDTED! F't'ed!" He stabbed the kid with
his sword and rammed his spear into another, a redhead and the redhead
buckled over. The blonde moved back, arched and fell off the sword. But two
more spears, guided by spear boys, came into the belly of Skinner. Skinner
fell and someone stabbed his spear men in the back. Looking up, Skinner saw
Aoi. Next to Aoi, Sole and Pare, finishing off some more bigger-than-they
musclemen. "It's you. You got here..." Skinner puffed. "Where's..."
Bolder got an arrow implanted in his belly and as he did, a small kid ran
up to him with a knife and put it below the arrow, which was wavering in
the abs above the navel, into the navel itself and plucked the navel out of
Bolder...just before Pare had stabbed this kid in the bare back and leaned
on him, leaning him into Bolder, who yelped as he felt the pain of the
kid's knife, the arrow, and the pushing. Pare stabbed deep and let the
knife he used out and waved his hand in the air.
The other warriors backed off a bit, not knowing Trio would come here but
they were starting to get up their bravery. Skinner fell side by side with
Bolder.
"There you are."
"Our people are safe. Trio's here...we can rest now..."
"Yeahhhhhhhh, Trio is here re re re..."
And with that the last two defenders of the small town died. Or maybe it
took Skinner and Bolder some long time to die, with intense struggling with
belly button pain and other pain from the battle, like in their upper
abs. But any way, they did die as Trio faced their new situation...
"We are here!" Pare yelled. "Lotta good it'll do us!"
"All the defenders are dead. We're too late," Sole said deeply saddened.
"NO! No, we're not! Fuck late! We still have a town to keep from these
barbarians!" Aoi raised his two swords, "Or is that barbarians to keep
from that town? Either way, it's us against them, as it's always been! WE
SLAY EM ALL!!!! "
"Damn! There's more than ten trillion of them!" The Puerto Rican said, his
hair tied back in a bun.
"You're right, not even we can slay that many!" I, that's me, the Asian
one, said, "We're dead! Hope we get it good n tight in the belly button!"
"That's the least we can hope for, a nice sticky in the navel belly button
pained death that'll take hours for us to die expiring in our own button
pain throes!" Pare said red with excitement.
The blond taller one looked at us both and stood on the hill, "Fuck that!
Fuck them! A OI WAS RIGHT WHEN HE SPOKE BEFORE!!!!" He held his straight
spear up high in one hand and a sword in the other up also, "WE'RE TRIO!
THEY COME AGAINST US, THEY DIE! KILL EM ALL IS OUR MOTTO! AND WE'RE GONNA
DO JUST THAT!"
Pare looked at me, Aoi and shrugged, smiling. I smiled back and took out my
two thick sword, both shorter than Sole's long long one. Pare took out his
two swords also. We put our hands on Sole's forearms, one of us on each
side.
They had time to do this but then they had to start fighting, for warriors
of every sort, young, old, in between, men, boys, trainees, teens, pre
teens, all were upon them! Spears jutted from every side, swords were
behind those.
Pare stabbed both swords at once into the manly man's belly, to either side
of the navel. The man groaned, "You just a youthful kid! You can't do
that!"
"I did! DIE!" Pare said and pulled out.
The man shut his eyes and opened them and looked down, "No, I meant not
stab me in the beDDY BIDDDON..."
"Oh that, I don't have time...oh adios mios, I know how good it is so I'll
do it fer you!" He stabbed one sword into the guy's navel and the guy
sighed in relief and pain at the same time.
"That's it, kid. That's the spot!"
Pare20moved it around a bit and with his other sword stabbed another big
MAN coming at him from the side. The hairy guy fell back as Pare pulled out
and he pulled out the other sword in the button at the same time. The two
men stumbled around aimlessly, finding each other eventually and landing on
each other in all manner of presentation, cumming to their end in heaving
belly sighs and gasps, as though they were better than the youthful
twinks. Pare stabbed more and more of the men's men, "Men's men you guys
are. I see you like it in the button, chest, and upper abs! My wish...is
your wish! Feel it good! You guys all older n shit, think you better than
the rest of us hot younger skinnier dudes!" He shoved his swords as one
into one man's belly button area, taking it out fully.... "You're not!"
The area went out the guy's back, a large piece of meat hanging for a few
seconds and then falling to the ground behind the guy, before Pare at the
same time as pulling out, kicked off of him, by jumping up with both feet
off the ground and kicking him in the stomach area. Pare kicked off him
then held out both swords as he flew through the air horizontally. The
effect of this was as he sailed through the air, his swords bit into other
guys, teenage guys, youthful trainees not even in their teens, and older
guys set to take out the young TRIO. "You can't take us out, so forget it,
fuckers!
Die on each other! In each other's arms!" He landed and found tons more
men and boys around him. He stabbed some more in front of him. Spears came
his way. He chopped their points off and the guys there had no more
weapons. He stabbed some but behind him were move enemies moving at him.
Chinese. Japanese. Filipino. Mid Eastern. Polynesian. Young smooth belly
buttons displayed proudly. Thongs, bikinis, pouches held on by thin chains
and strings, loin cloths, even lycra, and other more modern scant
coverings. Pare didn't care. He knew the guys in front were moving back or
falling back and some were dying from his stabbing them. Others, with
swords were moving up on him. These were Nubian blacks, Scottish warriors
like in BRAVEHEART, and Irish. Pare knew they were all going to be
formidable but he didn't care, "I don't care!" He bent over backwards
FULLY and started to slash both swords, taking huge slices into the Asian
MidEasterners and East Asians. A Polynesian or two went down also. Loin
cloths soon bulged outwards more as they got hit in their navels. Pare then
unfolded himself and came to meet a Scottish warrior painted like Mel
Gibson in BRAVEHEART. "Brave heart...." Pare slashed his sword and then as
it sliced into the guy from hip to belly, he turned it so that it could be
thrust into the area behind the not yet torn belly button. In effect Pare
cut behind the button, then took the sword out roughly sideways and thrust
it into the undamaged outer button, "....cowardly belly button! And gutted
stomach!" He used his other sword to stab a Nubian who was coming at them
with a spear, not able to get at Pare since Pare was so close to the
Scott. Pare shoved the spear with is knee and it hit the Scott in his lower
belly.
Seeing Pare was a youthful kid, with black hair to his ears, looking like a
swimmer/surfer and a lean tight stomach and bare hips of bone that held no
fat, bent over just like Pare, backwards with his swords to fight Sole,
"Hey guys, looks! I can do it too!"
Sole strove his spear straight down with both hands, his sword momentarily
put back in his thong, "Not well though!" He drove the spear into the
kid's bellybutton, "But I must say you have a nice hard tight stomach! Man,
you're hot!" He shoved and the spear found some resistance in the
stomach. The kid, his head upside down, smiled and his lip quivered just
after that. He was showing the intense pain. He swished his swords at
Sole's legs but missed as Sole moved back, the spear coming out a bit more
but not fully. The boy had done the same thing Pare did, bend over
backwards, fully, so that his head was behind his ankles and he could stab
someone behind his buttox, in a sense folding like a card so that his body
faced one way with the legs and his
entire front torso and chest and head faced behind him, even in an upside
down manner.
More and more men, boys, and teens came to attack Trio and more and more
went down. Soon huge pile up of bodies littered the field. Pare had to step
on bodies he littered the field with to get to an attacker who was climbing
up his fallen comrades, who were still in the midst of dying to get to
Pare. Pare bid him with one hand, waving Bruce Lee style, "C'mon." When
the guy got up to Pare, Pare looked at him. It was a hairy dude. Hairy
chest and with long barbarian hair and a moustache and beard. "Oh fuck!"
Pare saw the guy standing far above him, the guy had to be... "Six feet
tall!" Pare had to strain to see the guy's face, all serious and stern.
The guy had a huge broadsword and he picked it up over his head. "Man, if I
known you was so ugly, I wouldn't have waited fer ya!" The barbarian just
made a grunting sound and as he lifted his sword, Pare just stuck his own
sword into the guy's belly, upward and exposed as it was, tight and yet
straining. "You guys always leave your gut unprotected as if...as if..."
Pare shoved and found the barbarian to be still waving his broadsword
downward at his head. Pare jumped back, leaving his sword in the gut, "It
were made of metal....which it's not!
Ducking past the broadsword which fell between his legs as he scurried
backward, Pare jumped up and used both feet to kick the sword hilt, driving
the blade deep inside the barbarian, who tilted his head backward and
dropped his horned helmet off. He shut his eyes. Pare grabbed the hilt and
pulled the sword out and swung it sideways to chop the guy's side almost in
two. The guy fell onto the heap and Pare lifted the sword up and posed,
"Hey guys look at me, I'm like Conan."
But Sole and Aoi didn't hear him or if they did, they didn't respond, for
they were having to kill warrior after warrior. Of all types. Chinese.
Japanese. Viking. Pirate. African. Zulu. Polynesian. Filipino. Dutch.
Norwegian. Irish. German. Spanish. Mayan. Aztec. Incan. Ninja. Samurai.
Tartar. Arabian. Mongol. Aborigine. Australian. Pict. French. Native
American. Jungle warriors. Vietnamese. Korean. South American Indians.
Brazilian. Portuguese. Tuaregs. You name them, they were there and getting
their bellies strewn out or in by Sole and Aoi. And of course, Pare flung
himself off his mountain of bodies into the fray. Soon, all three of Trio
had their own piles, some they made together.
Aoi plugged his sword into a guy's belly and the guy, a blond hunk,
gasped. Aoi yelled over him to Sole, "What's happening?"
Sole stabbed a spear into a redheaded Irish Warrior and his sword into a
Gaul, both of whom tried to outdo each other by standing there on his
weapon and hold him there. "I don't know but it seems as if all time and
history is on this side, the side that wants to destroy the town down
there." He flung the two warriors separate ways and they smashed into two
others. A bare chested cowboy teen came at Sole and Sole snapped, "You
gotta be kidding?" The cowboy had a knife in each hand and was ready to
throw them at Sole so Sole ran up to him and stuck him with the spear,
while using his sword to fend off a Chinese warrior. Sole then rounded on
the Chinese warrior, "I guess they want the women and the goods down
there!" Sole stabbed the thick belly of the warrior...noticing that this
warrior has a belly button that seemed like just a cavern formed by the
thick abs on either side, almost as if it were just there only because of
the thick abs formation. Sole took pleasure in stabbing it, feeling it was
just on level with the guy's lower belly. He pulled out, "But are you
getting tired?"
Aoi ran two pirates through, "Me? Naw."
Pare spun on a spear he found, using his hand to hold it and his sword
while his other hand held his sword out and as he spun he stabbed warriors
that were all around him. They were trying to get out of his way but
tripping over each other. Arms flew. Heads flew. Body parts were20cut. Pare
thrust in and out so he got some belly buttons in the spinning. He landed
though...on a lean tall teen, which he stuck his sword in from above, "That
was no fun. It's the gut holes I want!" A polevaulting German warrior came
flying at him. He held up his left sword and nailed the German in the gut
hole, pulled out and pulled out his right sword from the boy under him and
whipped it up, holding onto it. He nailed the vaulter as the vaulter sailed
down, belly hanging out. "Navel on a stick anyone?" A Zulu youth ran at
him with a spear and shield. "Ahh, I see a taker!" Pare knocked the shield
out of the way with his sword and used his other sword, the one with the
navel on it, to stab into the Zulu's touch, sectioned abs. "Navel on
navel." Pare pushed and the Zulu took it but grunted and shut his
eyes. Pare pulled out.
"Hey yeah, I'm tired," Aoi said, "There is just so many of em!"
"Kill em all!" Pare said. Stabbed a belly button.
"Kill em all!" Sole said. Stabbed under a belly button. Four inches under.
"Allright!" Aoi shrugged. Stabbed just above a belly button.
"Kill them all!" They heard this again and again.
Sole stabbed a warrior nearby and the warrior fell onto another. Sole s
tabbed two more. "Who's that?"
Aoi rounded his sword and spun around and around, stabbing the guts out of
a ring of warriors trying to surround him. "I heard an echo."
"We figured you'd needed some help."
"So did we."
Aoi stuck his sword in and through the belly of a big man and ripped it out
the hip, winging it toward three others, who tried to block but missed as
he zigzagged it, plowing it into four others. "Who's we?"
"Trio!"
Pare danced on a belly of a fallen surfer like teen warrior while stabbing
his two swords into three guys at one time on either side. All six fell to
the side, to be replaced by more. "We're Trio!"
"Well, the new Trio!"
"Hey, we're the New Trio!"
A spear teen who thought he could spear Sole's bare belly rushed him, Sole
dropped his swords and made like he was helpless, until the teen got so
close that Sole sidestepped, struck him in the chin with one hand, and
grabbed the spear with the other. Sole yelled, "I don't care who you are,
just if'n you're on our side, start slaying!" The teen's head flew back a
bit but as he tried to re-take Sole, Sole had pulled the spear from him and
jabbed it in him fast, in and out. Then he used t he spear as the teen fell
back, curly curly frizz hair waving in the sun, his sucked in muscled belly
tight and noticeable by Sole, Sole jumped up on the spear, holding on with
both hands and kicked a round of rushing warrior men back. He then stopped
that and got back down, picked up his swords and spun again, this time, his
arms supporting his swinging. As he swung again, he used both swords held
out to nick, tuck, and obliterate belly buttons all around. Finally, he
jumped off the spear, landed on the belly of another guy and used both
swords to crisscross the belly, ripping it and then he jumped up to drive
both swords into the bellies of two bigger warrior men, driving each up
like a javelin as he sprang from on low. "And if not, stay outta our way,
cause we'll kill ya's just like we are them!"
A robust redhead with thick eyebrows, raised in an innocent manner as if he
were new to this--and he was in a way--supported an innocent look. He had
hair that was clean and shone red, with some small blond highlights and
brown highlights but it was also all over the place, a sort of punkish look
to it. Messy but neat in a way. He had a large face. He held a curved spear
which turned sideways into a Chinese shirtless boy who jumped yelling
through the air. "I'm Dylon!" Dylon got the Chinese in the gut, putting
his spear between his legs as he jumped. The Chinese fell, the spear
between his legs but the curved point turned and churned sideways in his
lower belly. Dylon held the spear but was brought down with it somewhat but
still on his feet. He grasped the spear harder and ripped it up, taking the
upper belly button with it. As he did this, five barbarian men came at him,
each bigger and taller.
Nakoi jumped from the shoulders of a Japanese boy who after Nakoi jumped,
pulled two knives, let his enemies get real close to him, then moved
lightning fast to strike their bellies with his knives. He used karate too
and ju jitsu and other martial arts. Nakoi jumped into the five warriors,
beginning to use his two swords. One sword found a home in the soft skin
between shoulder front and shoulder back on one warrior. The other sword
found a home in the side pec of a warrior near that one. Nakoi flung
himself sideways rolling off this one and kicking another, stabbing another
who rushed him. By this time Dylon turned and finished the wounded Nakoi
left behind. The black Nakoi smiled at Sole, yelling, "I'm Nakoi!" The
last unwounded warrior rushed Nakoi and he threw himself head first at the
warrior's chest, the warrior laughing as he saw this little black stud
coming at him. He raised his huge sword. Nakoi's swords found their way up
from his sides, as if hidden and entered the big guy's stomach and kept
going. Nakoi let go and held the big sword over his head away, taking it
finally from the harsh grip of the warrior. "Two and two make...THREE!"
He plowed this sword into the belly button, between his two swords. He then
grabbed all three hilts and plunged. He left one in and took his two
out. He turned to Dylon.
Dimples made Dylon's face all the more attractive as did a few beauty marks
on his cheeks. He smiled at Nakoi. "Thanks," Dylon puffed. Nakoi puffed
too and stabbed some more with his very curved swords. Dylon didn't really
realize how attractive, boyish and yet handsome in a manly way, yet also
slightly cherubic he was with dark eyes and Irish coloring.
The Japanese Yoshi put his sword in the belly button of another Japanese
boy and pulled out hard, whipping it back into the guts of a man trying to
stab him in the bare back. He lurched it out of this man's belly button and
the man lurched back into another, getting stabbed in the back as he
accidentally blocked another warrior's aim of a long spear. It went fully
through him and out his back, nicking Yoshi's back. Yoshi turned, calling
out to Trio, "I'm Yoshi! And I'm pissed at the moment!"
He grabbed the long white spear and pulled it all the way through the
warrior it accidentally pierced, turned it around and jabbed it in the
guy's lower belly muscles, two inches below the navel and jutted it so hard
it hit the guy who was jabbing it in his navel. Yoshi kicked up and
kicked it through the first warrior and it popped all the way out and
into the warrior who first wielded it. "Wiz says to say hello!"
Aoi snapped, "Wiz?!!! Where is he?"
"But we're trained by Feng!" Another voice yelled. It belonged to a
Japanese/Hawaiian with somewhat dark skin and big brown eyes. His jet black
long hair was tied into two pigtails wrapped in purple material bands. He
had on blue gauntlets and blue boots but a velvet black thong, very
revealing and high up on the hips but low on the belly, showing a nice big
belly button which looked to be an outtie at one time but seemed somewhat
pushed in and back in the tight belly. He held a long spear in one hand but
gripped it with two hands now that he saw the Trio. "I'm Aki, you must
remember me! I fight you and you die!" He shoved the long spear with two
hands into a big brute of a Masi warrior and pulled out, "See what I mean?
I'm Japanese too but Hawaiian too!"
Aoi stabbed two boys near him, flipped a bigger man and stood up straight,
stabbing his sword into yet another attacker, "Did you say Feng? Trained
you?"
"That's right!" This came from a lithe Latino who looked like a much
younger Benjamin Bratt. He wore only a metal codpiece on his penis held by
straps to his hips and metallic strip on back covering his asshole only. He
also had on small black boots. He removed his hands from the bellies of two
taller teens, both looking stunned. In his hands, after he removed them
from the nubile bellies, it could be seen that this Latino held a pair of
knives in both hands. "I'm Tomus!" He turned to stab two more attackers,
ducking under their swords and jabbing their bellies apart, savagely. "I
kill, too. Well, not just two but two thousand maybe!" He laughed a nice
laugh and Sole felt tingles down his chest and arms and in his heart.
A robust curly haired redhead with lots of freckles and a colorless pale
body and bony shoulders. He had a brown felt like head band around his bush
of a red head. He seemed jovial and enthusiastic. He had thick legs and a
tight stomach. Boots of red and a red bikini briefs were all he wore
besides the headband, which hung in back in a blue color. He had a small
sword held up in his hand. "I'm Basil!" He turned, making a youngish
warrior miss him as he ran at Basil. The warrior, a hand from Basil on his
back, was thrust forward, his sword out, now the sword continued. It
continued on into the gut hole of another youngish warrior and the first
one went to one knee. Basil cut his belly from the side and he bent over as
he looked up at his sword going into his partner. Basil used his elbow to
hit the guy's elbow and this made the sword slide in some more. B asil
turned it. Another warrior came at him. He reached up and ducked under the
spear. He stabbed the belly that was just about in his face.
Sole jumped over a group of warriors who were finding a group of boys who
had a sack with arrows in it and was passing it out. Soon arrows flew all
over. As a warrior ran at Dylon, an arrow missed Dylon, who ducked and hit
this warrior, a young frizzy haired college dude, right in his gut and he
said so, "RIGHT IN THE GUT!" He moaned and fell back. Sole yelled, "Watch
the arrows!" He got in front of Dylon and Nakoi, who had a long, long
eight inch navel. He swung his sword and spear and hit arrows back to the
men that shot them.
One second a proud archer stood there, his pointy helmet stood upright, his
chest out as he let an arrow loose. The next second it was back in his gut
hole. He couldn't believe it and he said so, "I don't believe it." He
looked at Sole as the blond shot arrows back at their senders using only
his sword and spear, turning them.
"Here's some more," One of the kids passing out arrows said to the one who
was already shot, not realizing the warrior was already arrowed in the
navel. He moved closer, stretching his arm out and unbending the rolls in
his belly. As he did, a stray arrow got him in his gut hole, buried deep, a
long shaft swiveling and bendi ng in the wind. The kid fell to his knees,
not that it was such a far fall. "Ohoh oh," He looked at his arrow and felt
it up, making more pain for himself. Another landed right beside it and he
gasped out loud, "Oh no!" He laid back and then kicked, moved back up to
try to sit up but he didn't. "Oh," he looked at his abs, "Oh my gut!" He
stood with great effort but said, "Nah! Onoah!" He fell back into some
vines and stayed there, ekking out his last breaths...for a long, long
time. But in the end he died, slowly. A kid near him and the sack laughed
at him.
"Pfffttt," the kid laughed, "Go n git yoursel'f kilt on the first day..."
As the kid poked fun at the dying comrade, someone poked a spear into his
side, DRAGGED it to his navel area and poked it in
HARD. "OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAATAAHHHTTAHH!" The kid buckled and sank to the
ground slowly. The man slaying him was a big solid man with a handband
around his thin straight black hair. A sort of bull skull design was in the
center of it. He was slightly hairy. He had his nipples, which were big
thick pegs, pierced with what looked like a long tiger claws, one on each
nipple. He had arm bands around his upper bi and triceps. Thick pectorals
and an eight pack, based around an innie that looked sideways innie and a
thicker outtie ridge. A black b elt with a buckle that held only a thin
piece of cloth to cover what was obviously a huge package. The guy had very
thick muscled legs, the likes of which none of them had ever seen ...Rian,
Irish scavenger warrior.
Rian looked, "Fool, you are fighting Trio, you must focus on them, not on
your dying comrades!"
"But I..."
"I? DIE!" Rian poked the spear out the youth's bare back and the youth
leaned on it, kneeling. Rian pulled it out and the kid gasped loudly as his
upper body flopped back over his bent lower legs, still on his knees. He
made a wild sound as he fell over his lower legs. His butcherized belly
spread out to the sun. Rian poked it again to make sure and laughed. "Last
laugh's mine."
Aoi looked, "That guy, the one that just killed..." Aoi puffed as he swung
two swords over each other, hitting two big men in their necks. He pulled
out and continued to slay warriors, "...he seems to know us."
Sole struck a spear into two boys at once, swinging it to meet a third and
drove it into him too, he then flung all of them off the spear, their hands
moving to their ripped gut holes, "So what?"
Kicking a kid down, and stabbing a warrior behind that one, Aoi snapped,
"He might be able to tell us ..."
Sole flipped hands over feet and used his spear on five
warriors' sides. Landing on his feet, he used both hands to stab the spear
into a big, very big, biggest warrior ever...right in his three inch
diameter navel. Sole grunted and put his face up to the face of the
warrior, who towered over him, "Tell us what, Aoi?"
Aoi jerked his swords into guys, who seemed to fall over each other, one
sword entering into the belly of a big bellied Hispanic, going through him
and out his back into a redheaded Irish boy, out his back, and into an Arab
boy who wore a speedo. All three had huge dicks building to foamy white
crescendos. The Hispanic felt the dick up on his butt bone and rising up
his lower back while the redhead felt the Arab boy's uncut cock cumming out
the cloth he wore and pass his spine to fling to one side. "I don't know. I
don't know why I said that!!!!"
"Shut up and kill!" Pare flipped past Aoi and Sole, two swords doing their
damage to bodies that happened to be in the way.
"Kill Trio! Kill Trio now!" That was a prissy voice. The prissy voice
belonged to the soft handed prissy boy. The boy had almost no hair. What
hair he did have was tied and cut together in a kind of haystack on top of
his head held together by a tight gold ringlet and a small pigtail hung
from behind it. He had long blue eyelashes and a long linen loin cloth of
red and white. He was bare from the wa ist up. His nipples were pierced
with Ankh's which hung tight. He wore blue rings around his wrists and had
big brown eyes and a brown skinned tan. Amun. Egyptian. He waved two
swords, curved at Nakoi and hit one of Nakoi's swords down. Nakoi looked at
it. "Now you die!"
Nakoi smiled, "One sword down is not both. You are the one who will die!
Proud one. Pride goeth before a fall!" He ran at Amun who used both swords
to block Nakoi's one. Amun knocked the other sword down from Nakoi's hand.
"Need only one sword?" Amun tossed it to him. Nakoi caught it. "I don't
need two but you might!" Amun flung the other one at him.
Nakoi smiled and caught it, "Bad move. Now you weaponless, nigger!"
Amun looked, "I don't know, I have more guys on my side."
He turned and four Vikings came running. Youngish Vikings. One held a long
wooden arrow which he ran at Nakoi with. Nakoi thrust his sword at the
Viking and killed him right away, felling him. But another came at him and
another. From behind, a young Zulu put his arm under Nakoi's armpit and
held his sword arm. "Get off!" Nakoi tried to fling him off but a Viking
grabbed his other arm and took the sword away. Soon a long thin wooden
arrow was being slowly forced into his three inch outtie navel. "NOOOOOOO!
AHHNAOOOOO!" He was backed into some vines as the Zulu got off him and
nodded approval.
Amun nodded too, "Slave, get me my swords."
The Zulu looked at him, "Your wish is my design..." He threw the swords at
Amun and they embedded both in his lower belly. Two inches below his navel.
"What?"
"Egyptian boy, I no longer slave to the likes of you. Die!"
Amun sunk but a Viking came to him, "WADDAWASTE. I see a fine like belly
button on you, kid." This Viking shoved a thin arrow into Amun who jerked,
yelling.
"Ahhhhh, no, not me, I'm the King, I'm the prince, I'm...."
"You dead," the Viking kid said and flung his head back so his hair came
off. "No more slaves."
The Zulu nodded, "Thank you."
The Viking killing Nakoi removed the arrow and saw the three inch belly
button come out some. "Hey, this gives me an idea, nigger." He put the
arrow in again but this time just above the navel, taking some of the top
part. He pulled out and did this all around the navel, stabbing again and
again as slowly as possible. Nakoi stood his ground. Grunting. Looking
down. Looking up at the sky in pain. Looking at his feet. His hands went to
the Viking boy's muscular shoulders. The Viking boy had a nice tight body w
ith little definition but a belly button that looked like an eye with a
half closed lid. Nakoi noticed and tried to get his hands there. He
failed. The Viking boy had holes all around Nakoi's navel and then he took
his hand without the arrow in it and pulled. He held the arrow but moved it
in a way so he could grab with both hands. Nakoi's navel came out, his
belly wanting to go with it. The Viking boy pulled the navel and the
intestines started to come out and unravel with it. When it was out far
enough, Nakoi was bent like a Vee but with his dick and torso toward the
Viking and his head and feet back. The Viking boy put the arrow back in and
the belly button as well as Nakoi's rapidly growing dick, stiffened. The
navel became the arrow and the arrow became the navel as it filled the
tunnel and the intestine. "Now ya got a bigger outtie than possible!" The
Viking laughed.
"AHHH, fucker! You muther fucker!" Nakoi yelled, and didn't stop until...
The Viking boy said, "You talk about my muther! Muther fucker you!" He
pulled again and this time the arrow made it easier. The entire intestines
of Nakoi came out from his belly, being ripped. His bowels emptied and
Nakoi fell to his knees finally, unable to stand. The Viking boy let go and
Nakoi fell onto his back, knees still bent. "Gimme..." The Viking grabbed
a spear and shoved it into Nakoi's
upper abs. The black boy grabbed up at the spear with both hands. He tried
to get up but was pushed down. Soon, Nakoi stopped moving.
"NOOOOO!" Dylon yelled. "Nakoi!!!!"
Sole flipped, spearing sides as he went. He landed by the Viking boy who
just killed Nakoi. The Zulu rushed him with his recovered spear. Sole hit
the spear down with his own spear and drove his point right into the tight
Zulu abs, "Hey Shaka Zulu! Feel that! No better way to die!"
The Zulu sunk, "As your black friend know too..." The Zulu felt his
stomach being rummaged around in and he fell back but Sole kept the spear
in him.
While Sole did this, the Viking boy picked out his knife from his fur lined
loin cloth and came at Sole. Sole shoved the spear into the Zulu, "Hole
this for me, I mean hold it for me in your hole. Just hole it!" He let go
of his own spear, turned to grab the wrist of the Viking kid, turned the
wrist for the knife to fall. Sole grabbed the knife with his other hand and
put the point, as he struggled power to power with the Viking boy, at the
belly button eye lid like thing. Just the tip was there. Sole pushed and
pressed and found the lid getting pierced on the knife. The Viking boy
looked down as he tightened every muscle. "No. No. No."
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Sole looked down and pushed the knife into the lid and
draped the lid over the rest of the lower part of the belly button from the
top, effectively covering the hole with the top lid like part. "Hey, now
you're eye lid is closed....and NOW!" He stabbed the knife into the lid
and it went through fully and into the hole beneath. He drove it up and
down, vertically and horizontally within seconds of each movement, "....NOW
all three of your eye lids are closed!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhfuck!" The Viking boy's eyes shut as he felt the knife pass
out his backbone. "Fuck!"
Sole pulled out and shoved the knife back in, "This is what happens to
those who slay the friends and allies of Trio! THEY FUCKING DIE!!!" He put
his face in the Viking boy's face and made a grimace. The Viking boy, eyes,
all three, shut, fell to the ground and slumped back, dead. Sole turned to
find a warrior trying to take the spear from the Zulu who was fighting him,
trying to keep it in him.
"No, no, it feel good where it remain for now! Take out and I lose my
organs! Don't!" The Zulu had his hands around the spear.
Sole came up the warrior and shoved his shoulder, backing the warrior a bit
away from the Zulu, "Excuse me..." Sole rammed the knife into the
warrior's belly button, "That's mine!" He kicked the warrior away into
other20warriors and grabbed the spear that was in the Zulu, "I need this,
thanks for keeping it safe for me! Enjoy!" Sole got both hands on it and
unplugged the Zulu who screamed and twisted into a pile of former enemies
of Trio: all now dead. The Zulu buried his face in them. Sole turned and
jabbed a Rock like warrior who was thinking he could take Sole by running
at him. Sole pulled out and pushed in. He pulled out and spun on the spear
as he planted it in the ground. He kicked more warriors down. "Au revior,
Nakoi, you fought well but...alas, this is death we face and you lost. A
great way to die though! You have your place in our memories..."
Other boys from an Indian camp came running at Basil, Dylon, Yoshi, and Aki
including Tamak (a Lakota), Winket (a Comanche), Reuaga (a Pueblo), Iyo
(Tewa), and Kit (an Apache). Another seven boys joined them also including
a Pima boy, an Anasazi, and two Navajos. Tamak waved a tomahawk at Basil
but Basil shoved a short sword into his belly quickly and pulled out just
as quick. Tamak looked at his belly but shut his eyes and slowly sank
down. Basil put it in him again just to make sure. Tamak shook and his dick
spat from the flimsy loin cloth, putting a clump of white goo on Basil's
bare belly button. Winket had a knife out and jumped on Basil's back. Basil
tried to shake him or flip him but Winket, small and wiry held tight. He
raised the knife.
Someone or something grabbed the wrist of Winket. This being: his hair was
something like a wolf, curved up like Wolverine from THE X MEN. A point of
hair dropped over his nose. He had no other hair over his body, which was
almost totally nude except for a very thin thong in front and back, almost
nothing but strings. The boy was ample in body but not very big or muscled.
He had a long thin belly button vertically and it almost didn't have a
horizontal girth to it. It was hard to see in it. He had claws for
fingernails and wore hairy boots on his feet. Other than his head, he was
smooth and hairless. He had big shoulders and tight small nipples, the left
one pierced with a big golden ring through it . His closed eyes had long,
long black lashes and his hair was dark brown. Thick eyebrows and a snout
for a nose made him handsomely exotic. His pointed ears were like a wolf's
ears, brown. His tanned skin was brown also, not unlike the warriors just
slain. He had a washboard effect on his otherwise undefined stomach. Matre,
the wolf boy.
Aoi yelled, "I remember him! He...he's on our side!!!"
Matre smiled as Aoi passed by him, Aoi stabbing swords left, right,
center. Killing dozens in seconds. "Guess again, chinkie one! You and your
two pals left me entombed, left me to die in a coffin!" Matre let Winket's
knife hand go down and stab Basil's chest deeply.
Aoi gasped, t urning from falling boys he just slew, "What? You told us to
leave you there!!!!"
"Your memory's gone wrong!" Matre turned to Basil and put all four of his
knife-like claws on his right hand together over his knife-like thumb claw,
on the same hand and then he went up to the hurting Basil who stuck his
struck chest out far. "Watch what I do to your friend..."
"I don't even know him that well," Aoi said, "You don't have to..."
Matre drove the hand as one giant knife, really five knives, into Basil's
nice belly button. Basil's stomach sunk in under it and tried to actually
escape it before it went into him. Matre laughed, looked at Basil, who's
eyes opened in pain. Winket undid the knife from Basil's chest and jumped
off Basil's back to engage a running Tomus, the Latino, who met the knife
with his two knives but Winket's free hand held Tomus's wrist. Winket
shoved the knife at Tomus's eight pack but Tomus lurched back, dragging
Winket with him. He kicked back and flung Winket off him. He ran at the
fallen Native American but found himself on the outskirts of the field, now
near a huge tree two times the size of his body in thickness. Winket got up
and they resumed their position of Winket holding Tomus's wrist, Tomus's
knife stilled against Winket's knife in the air above their heads.20They
pressed their evenly matched strength at each other.
Sole was worried, "Tomus! Need some help?!!"
Tomus called, "Naw! I'm Allright!"
"Guess again, pale face, you will turn to your yellow haired friend, for
you have yellow blood..."
"Keep talking, loser from a loser people!" Tomus grit through his teeth as
he struggled, turning Winket toward the tree. Winket pushed Tomus back from
him both still locked in the wrist action. Each time one tried to slid
their knife away, they were met with the knife sliding against it and
hitting. Then they grabbed their knife wrists.
"Two knives and you cannot git my gut.."
"I'll gut ya gut soon...soon as your power gives out...any sec now...!"
Aki shoved a spear into a warrior who was turned, looking at three sets of
Trios and not knowing which one to attack, "I'll save you the decision
makin! Die stupid!" The guy fell onto a log and his belly was spread at
Aki, upward. Aki took the warrior's own sword and drove this sword up and
put the log between his legs, so that the guy was there beneath him, a nice
ocean of belly for this guy was young but had an ample belly with some baby
fat but not much. Aki found the navel and used it as a point of entry and
shoved and shoved. It seemed to stop at one point. The warrior on the log,
his long brown hair hanging behind him, stiffened and his stomach was
tight. Aki shoved and then twisted, putting it in the warrior hard. The
warrior jerked, groaned loudly, and then went totally still. His dick
jumped. Aki pulled the sword out and raised it into the upper belly of a
guy raising a sword over Aki's own head behind him. Aki turned to do
this. As he turned, Reuaga, the Pueblo, who had a nice spread belly from
hip to hip, grabbed Aki's shoulders, shoving aside Aki's spear hand. On
Aki's other side, Iyo the Tewa grabbed his shoulder and got Aki's sword in
his hip. Iyo fell away but a young blond Viking boy in a horned helmet came
and helped hold Aki. Reuaga took a knife from his own loin cloth, close to
his hip and shoved it deep in Aki's navel. Aki screamed. The Viking boy
turned Aki as Reuaga laughed. The Viking boy took his horned helmet off,
letting long flowing blond hair spread down his shoulders, bare white
shoulders. He shoved the helmet next to the knife. Reuaga retrieved his
knife, grabbing the hilt and holding it as Aki breathed out on it, his
belly sucking air in and out, making itself more and more stabbed on the
knife. Reuaga shoved the knife in deeper and then took it out. The Viking
boy shoved the horn in so that one horn covered Aki's navel area and the
other stuck up into Aki's upper belly, cutting the upper abs. Then the
Viking boy looked at Reuaga who nodded in agreemen t. The Viking boy turned
the horns so that one horn went into a circle round the navel and down to
create a circle of blood around toward the lower belly. The Viking boy
smiled and shoved the helmet in as deep as it could go, it now stabbing
Aki's lower belly and navel! Aki screamed. A Polynesian kid came and
stabbed Aki's back and Aki thrust his pelvis forward. The Viking boy
grabbed his helmet out of Aki but a Roman gladiator shoved a spear into Aki
and out his back, crisscrossing the spear the Polynesian kid put in
Aki. They moved back and let Aki dance a dance of death. Then Aki fell and
died slowly, fighting the death. He kicked. He cam. He jerked. He cam. He
winced, cursed, yelled, grunted. Nothing worked. He lost and died.
While this was happening, Yoshi turned from stabbing four guys at one
time. A warrior who looked like he hailed from the American Mid West, came
running and rolled over his head over feet. The 19 year old flipped as he
ran at Yoshi, making this difficult to block after other warriors fell from
Yoshi's midst. As the 19 year old landed upright, he held his sword right
into Yoshi's belly button. Yoshi's butt went back, his shoulders came
forward somewhat, his legs bent a bit. His head came forward as he gasped
loudly. Then he threw his head back as the Westerner, in cut denims, shoved
the sword in some more. Yoshi's belly was ripped as it went in. He buckled
some more and gasped. And the Westerner shoved the sword in some more.
Yoshi's belly couldn't stop it. It went in. He went to his knees. The
Westerner followed, getting on one knee and bending the other leg, he
allowed for Yoshi's getting on his two knees. Other warriors watched. The
Westerner dude used one hand and pushed the sword through Yoshi, who was
upright and trying to stay with his upper body upright. It wanted to fold
over his legs which were behind him and his feet, which were also behind
him. The sword came out Yoshi's bare back as the West dude shoved it up to
the hilt. Over Yoshi's shoulder, watching warriors could see the Westerner
grunt savagely as he twisted the sword and Yoshi grunted, mixing his grunt
to the Westerner grunt. The Westerner also got his face up close to Yoshi,
putting his face into Yoshi's to show his superiority and his need to make
Yoshi suffer. He grit his teeth as he grunted in victory over Yoshi, right
in Yoshi's face. Yoshi looked frightened and in pain. The Westerner shoved
it all the way up to the hilt and tight. He turned it again and more grunts
from both of them. Yoshi's upper body slowly backed toward his feet as he
slowly felt more pain. The Westerner hissed and "AHHHHHHHHed" and yelped in
Yoshi's face as he twisted and crunching sounds were heard. He left it in
there that way for 25 seconds and then pulled the sword all the way back
out. Yoshi yelped and his upper body sagged toward his feet,20behind
him. He fought it and his abs tightened. He put hands to them and then
didn't. He tried to sit up again and for a moment succeeded, to stare
accusingly at his killer. His mouth made a sad face in a grimace of
pain. He sank and rose again. Then sank slowly. He was like a sideways
letter V. He looked at the Westerner who smiled at him and stood watching.
Yoshi gasped more and more and looked accusingly at the Westerner, who just
watched in proudness and without any guilt. Yoshi sank and sank until his
body just hung there, unable to touch his legs with his back. Eyes
open. Staring blankly but then eyes closed.
Tomus pulled his right wrist from Winket's grip and quickly stabbed
Winket's unsuspecting belly button. He stabbed in and out. Winket folded
and fell against the tree. Tomus in anger, and in the throes of battle,
wanted to take out his frustration on Winket so he did: he shoved his other
knife in where he took this first knife out and Winket turned his head
against the tree to escape the pain or to bear it. It didn't work. He felt
the deep pain of the steel knife in his navel trunk. He thought flexing his
abs would help. He was wrong. He fell as Tomus let him, standing over him
in triumph. Tomus almost forgot this was a major battle. He turned. And a
man, older than himself, came running, a wooden spear held by both
hands. It caught Tomus against the tree, stabbing deep in Tomus, downward
from on high. Tomus's torso came out and his shoulders and upper back hit
the tree behind him. He could feel Winket dying at his ankles, the
throbbing shoulders, shaking belly, kicking upper legs against his
legs. Tomus didn't think about it, but the feeling of Winket dying at the
back of his legs, his calves feeling the Indian die slowly as he was
stabbed by the spear, made him harder than ever. "Octos mios!" Tomus's
head went up and he groaned from the belly. The undefined man stabbing him
smiled and thrust against the tree as Tomus tried to move off it. Tomus
succeeded and got off the tree, his back away from it, he stood up straight
but not for long, for the warrior shoved not down again but straight this
time, making the boy's upper body slam back into the tree again. Tomus's
ribs sunk in but he fought it and breathed deeply, sucking air making a
horrid sound. The warrior moved the spear down again, driving the skin of
Tomus up, then he shoved, scooping Tomus's belly, Tomus dropped his weapons
and let his hands hang loosely. His head was up at first, howling like a
stuck wolf but now he just stared almost blindly and relegated himself to
his fate. He was still making sounds though and the scooping made him utter
a long hard continuous UNNNNNNNNNNNAHHHHHHHH! The spear was straight in him
again and his ribs now stuck out, his belly sunken but his ribs out, his
torso pushed again, off20the tree, but his whole upper body was on it now,
his shoulder blades against it. Winket died, his body stopped its moving
against his calves and legs and feet. It felt so cool. Tomus was pre
cumming. He knew he was dying. A dying boy. Yet still alive. Tomus's groan
slowed and then changed to a tired sigh. It then became a sound of a sort
of acceptance of the situation and the pain and it sounded as if Tomus was
relaxing with the pain as the warrior pressed and scooped yet again. Tomus
shifted a bit but not much as the spear pinning him against the tree didn't
allow for much movement. His upper body seemed to droop off the spear and
the tree, drooping toward the spear. Another sigh and sound of accepted
relaxation and puffing out his tiredness as dying. Another scoop and he
yelped again. He jerked. But now as the warrior pressed for the last time,
pressed for death from Tomus...Tomus's body jerked. His dick area thrust
out in a whine and a groan. His loin cloth lifted and he shot a load. The
warrior saw it hit his own chest and looked down at it, putting his tongue
out to lap it up if he could but he couldn't reach it. That's allright,
another volley of cum gave it to him right in his mouth. He lifted the
spear up now and held it high as Tomus just stopped moving, his awkward
boyish moaning stopping, mixing sounds that seemed to come alternately from
a girl, a man, a boy, a teen. A dying boy. Tomus breathed his last . His
head, up during this whole death, lolled to one side. He died. The spear
man held it in him anyway in victory pose.
Sole yelled, "NOOOOOOO!"
"Serves you right, Trio!" This guy spit. It was Mikal, who was a fresh
freckled faced semi blond, semi redhead with highlights. He was a big boy
but for all his big muscles and wide frame, he couldn't fight. Behind the
barn, he was stretched out, on hands and knees so that his stomach was
stretched finely over a long wooden, thin but strong stake. He was
nude. Behind him a nude warrior, Irish, was beginning to warm his dick up
on Mikal's butt cheeks, sliding it between them and rubbing it up and down,
it hardening so that the mushroom head was stiff and solid and a thick
ridge beneath dripped with pre cum. Finally he slapped it hard on the farm
boy's back and pre cum slushed over the hairless bare smooth but freckled
back. "Trio my foot, you failed to save me, save any of us!"
Mikal ran behind Dylon who was spearing two guys onto his spear. Dylon
yelled, "I'm gonna try to get as many guys on my spear as I can, more than
even Sole did...that one time..."
Sole snapped, "Dylong watch out behind..."
Mikal grabbed Dylon and as Dylon's spear turned, it held three guys on it,
their bellies all pierced, all writhing in pa in. Dylon looked as the
weight made it fall since Mikal made him turn it. "Huh?" Dylon, weaponless
now, turned and faced a slender, almost familiar figure. In between the
hips was a rounded, smooth belly, not muscled but not fat much either. That
belly button rested, floated in between on that boyish hairless belly that
seemed to talk as the belly moved in different ways. He wore a low, very
low hanging deer skin flap over a vine around his lower waist, almost to
his penis, showing the nice spread of flesh. Deep belly button and spiraled
inward like a cone. A dark roundish beauty mark was inside to the left,
cornered up by a tentacle that stretched out like a blob arm of a
starfish. On his feet he wore only moccasins. His hazel eyes exuded
innocence but the stance of his body aroma-ed only sex. His butt stuck out
a bit and his back arched and his legs, thick and showing signs of Urik
being a runner, slanted to one side and then the other, leaning on an old
wooden table. In the glistening sunlight this Prince looked like an
angel/devil boy, his long hair tied back in a bun behind his head. He had
not much of a chest but he had big round pointed nipples, almost a
different color than the rest of his body.
He gulped, "You, Urikkkk, son of Attil, grandson of Attila. I know you."
Urik smiled, "Your scavengers once held me prisoner. But not for long."
Dylon smiled. Urik held two lo ng knives. Urik smiled. Behind Dylon, Mikal
smiled. After removing his deer skin flap, he shoved his sword into Dylon's
bare back. At same time, Urik shoved a knife into Dylon's belly button,
etching all around it first with the other knife. Dylon held his smile but
jerked back. Urik pressed into Dylon's front with his whole torso, his dick
sword fighting with Dylon's. Mikal pressed his naked body into Dylon's ass,
shoving it up his back and then letting it bump past Dylon's back bone into
Dylon's cheeks and finally his asshole as Dylon swayed or tried to sway
from this body lock. Mikal's head ran through Dylon's red hair, sniffing,
wanting to bite. In front, Urik looked down, "DylLONG is right, holy shit,
red!" Dylon's dick won the sword fight between their legs and rose up to
Urik's tight pecs. Cum flew inbetween pecs and dripped down painting their
abs. Dylon's face turned from smile to head back shut eyed pain. He then
looked at Urik, bringing his head back to the young prince. He had a face
of pain on him. "Ohhhhh," Urik mocked him and made a sad face, feigning
that, as though he was in pain too, eyebrows lifted, mocking. "Awwww...."
He shoved and twisted. Crunching ripping sounds. He pulled back and unstuck
Dylon. Mikal did the same. Strings of cum connected both of them to Dylon's
front (Urik) and Dylon's back (Mikal) but they moved back and parted. Parts
of Dylon's belly and back also parted with Dylon and fell, some clung to
the weapons that were just in him. He was now unsupported. He crumpled, his
body not sure which way it wanted to fall, back or forward. He settled, or
rather it settled, involuntarily, for falling onto his side. Yet in his
agonizing pain, he rolled onto his belly. Another boy came forward and
stuck a knife in Dylon's navel area and Dylon's body used it as a pivot
point to jerk on, jerk into, and jerk to death. Above this new boy, Gior,
Urik and Mikal looked at each other and nodded in approval. Mikal put an
arm around Urik and Urik slapped Mikal on the bare back.
Urik smiled, "Trio, this also does you poorly. To have your trusted friends
who came to help you end up DEAD!"
Pare looked at the dead Dylon, Nakoi, Aki, Yoshi, Tomus, and Basil. As he
put a sword in a boy from Cuba, he turned, "I guess there can be only one
Trio," he said sardonically.
Mikal snorted, "You! Pare! Aoi! Sole! Soon know, there will not even be one
Trio!"
"Who are you?" Aoi stabbed more and more warriors as they ran at him. He
just stayed in one spot and stabbed.
"I know them!" Pare flipped in front of Mikal.
Near Mikal and Pare was a very young, small brown haired kid, Western
American boy, was on his bare back. He wa s totally nude and his bony
shoulders were moving back and forth as if he were struggling to get up by
swaying what was on top of him off of him. Which he was. Gior. "Hello,
Pare. Remember me?"
"As if he could forget," the boy that said this in a mocking tone, was a
beautiful sandy haired, dark blond. He was shorter than Gior and had wider
hips. In between the hips was a rounded, smooth belly, not muscled but not
fat much either. That belly button rested, floated in between on that
boyish hairless belly that seemed to talk as the belly moved in different
ways. He wore a low, very low hanging deer skin flap over a vine around his
lower waist, almost to his penis, showing the nice spread of flesh. Deep
belly button and spiraled inward like a cone. A dark roundish beauty mark
was inside to the left, cornered up by a tentacle that stretched out like a
blob arm of a starfish. On his feet he wore only moccasins. His hazel eyes
exuded innocence but the stance of his body aroma-ed only sex. His butt
stuck out a bit and his back arched and his legs, thick and showing signs
of Urik being a runner, slanted to one side and then the other, leaning on
an old wooden table. In the glistening sunlight this Prince looked like an
angel/devil boy, his long hair tied back in a bun behind his head. He had
not much of a chest but he had big round pointed nipples, almost a
different color than the rest of his body. Urik, grandson of Attila th e
Hun. "He loved you. That's why my death wasn't such a big deal to him."
Pare waved his bloody swords, "That's not true!"
Gior looked at him, "Wasn't it? You wanted me....you made Urik die..."
"You killed him!" Pare pointed his sword and then puffed. "No, no, I don't
want to go over this again. I loved you, Gior, I... you loved Urik and I
would have died to save both of you. I don't know.... What? How did you
come back to life? Was Wiz or the Seer or the Boy able to...?"
"No, just a promise to slay you!" Urik laughed, "Gior.... DO HIM!"
Gior nodded and shoved a very thin long reed spear into Pare's outtie
stalk. He shoved it in and it didn't yet get to the inner belly. Pare
looked at Gior, tears welling up in his eyes. "Gior, I know you. I know you
didn't want this. I know you would know the truth...something's making you
do this..."
Urik nodded and came behind Pare and put his hands on Pare's shoulders, "Oh
little Puerto Rican boy...don't fret...it's just a promise made to us."
Pare gulped as Gior shoved the reed in some more and some more and some
more. Sweat came down his forehead into his eyes. "Promise? From who?"
Pare didn't take his eyes from Gior's eyes. Gior looked right down Pare's.
"He has only two words for you," Urik shoved a knife into Pare's back,
making Pare move forward.
"What are they, these two words of his---isisuisss-ssss?" Pare winced and
arched his back as he felt it go in.
"Die...slowly," Gior said as he pushed the reed into Pare. Pare felt
something in his guts break and the reed move beyond and behind his
guts. Then Gior twisted and something nubbed inside Pare and moved against
something else that shouldn't. Then it all moved through him and out his
back, rubbing into the knife that the lovely Urik had there. Pare's dick
moved up and as it did, Gior ripped Pare's remaining loin cloth off. Pare
was naked, nude, in the buff. Gior moved his belly up and up to Pare's
dick. Pare dick lay across Gior's belly. Gior shoved, then he freed up one
of his hands to uncurl Pare's foreskin and Pare, squeezing his balls to
hold back his load, couldn't hold any longer. He shot and the volley hit
Gior's chest, chin, mouth, and up his chin and over his nose and even his
eyes. "You failed me. You let me die."
Pare shut his eyes for the last time, "That's nine words..." He
fell. Gior, Mikal, and Urik found spears and swords and tridents and stuck
them in Pare's unbidden flesh. No part
remained untouched after awhile. Pare's dick was full of cum and finally
shot after he died. Then one of the three cut it right off and it flew
through the air, raining down cum on Sole and Aoi.
"No! Not Pare too!" Sole swung his sword so that it cut across the gut
holes of three young boys who were trying to make their mark on his own
belly, "Make your mark on me, willyou!???" The boys held their guts,
centered around their navels.
Aoi stabbed and stabbed and piled up bodies in front of him, "Sole, it had
to happen sooner or later! He died a glorious death! There's no better way
to die! We can't fight an infinite number of men, boys, teenagers, and full
armies!"
Sole looked as the three teenagers fell to their knees, "Instead I made my
mark on all three of your bellies, deep in!" Sole turned and stuck his
spear in the ground and spun on it. He then let go and flew on his spear
and landed next to Aoi, "Why can't we?" He punched a gladiator man and
grabbed his sword, jutted it into the gladiator's belly button, a tucked up
belly button high in the guy's belly, pulled out and stabbed another
gladiator in his navel, which was like a small island on in a big ditch of
a larger navel, like one in side the other.
"Pare's already dead. We're only human!" A 0 Aoi shoved a sword into the
horizontal boomerang belly button of a pirate cabin boy and pulled out as
the boy went down.
Attil, the son of Attila, 40, well built. Tall. Dark and deadly. Ran was
Comanche. He had feathers in his hair and he was younger than Aoi but
taller. He was also slight in build but tough. He large muscles on his arms
and legs but he was skinny with a washboard stomach. He jumped up on Aoi's
shoulders, "Glad to hear you speak so...we slay you now even though you are
not a paleface!" The boy held onto him now and pressed his face into the
back of Aoi's neck, licking, "Taste good. Think I'll eat your for dinner!"
"Ran, is that your voice?" Aoi tried to shake him off while Sole blocked
men from Aoi's front.
Three went down right away. Sole twisted his sword out, "Three seems to be
my number today! But there's no longer three of us in Trio, we're no longer
a trio."
"Soon you won't even be a duo!" A robust, eager, younger boy came at
him. Sole stabbed into a belly button that looked like a time hour glass
with the old style, like sand in an hourglass wooden clock and the boyish
face that went down onto his chest, made Sole glad. Drool went onto Sole's
middle between his muscled pecs. The boy fell between Sole's legs and
Sole's thick dick, harder than ever from the battle, thonged down a bit as
the boy bent past his crotch, downward.
Aoi flung Ran backward into a larger Viking man, who held a spear but Ran
clung to Aoi, even though he slipped a bit with his legs. Aoi yelled,
"Ahhhh! Ran, I don't understand! We were on the same side!"
"And you left us along with your dead Puerto Rican dog and that white
yellow haired yellow boy! Left me to lead and yet our camp was taken by
every scavenger and tribe that came along, taken and done for. All of us
slain and finished! It's all your fault!" Ran raised an Indian bone knife,
"Now I finish you!"
"NO!" Chokese was tall, lean, and thin, with a thick worm like ridge that
snailed inward somewhat and outward at the top and middle. His hair was
also long and hung on his shoulders, which were muscled. His stomach, like
the others, was hairless and skin smooth. All of them had bulging
biceps. They stood proud too. He wore a thin black elastic band between
his butt which came up under his balls to hold up the pouch he was wearing
over his penis. This pouch also had a thin black elastic band from side to
side which went around his waist. That was all he wore. Oh yeah, and the
pouch was pink!With thin slivers of silver stripes in between thicker pink
stripes!
Aoi held the arm of Ran to keep the knife off his collar bone. He was just
barely managing when he heard another voice familiar to him. "Chokese, is
that you!?? You...you're alive!"
Chokese held a pair of long knives and smiled, for as Aoi turned away from
Sole, Chokese was now in front of Aoi, "Damn straight this injun is!"
"Help me, will you? This one wants to kill me. Or do you want that as well?
Blame me for letting you die?"
Chokese nodded, "I? No, not I." Chokese punched upward with his fists so
Ran falls off Aoi's shoulders. Ran rolled and stood up. "I don't want the
same thing he wants...." He rams the knives into Aoi's belly button,
swiveling them in each other's places. "I want you to slowly suffer and
then get reborn by our master...."
"Ahhhhgraggggggustttoooooofffffr!" Aoi bent and then bent some more. He
felt his dick against his lower belly. He felt two piercing burns in his
navel. "Who's your master!???" He bent down more and felt Chokese's ample
dick from beneath the loin cloth hit his chin. He backed up and arched, so
that he stretched head all the way up, "Tell me before I die..."
"You'll be back though. Our master...." Chokese smiled.
Ran came up to Aoi and rammed his knife into Aoi's belly too, side by side
with Chokese, his free hand and arm around Cho kese's muscled back, moving
to the shoulders and pulling Chokese closer to him. Ran came, spurting onto
Aoi's belly.
Standing proud and staunch, his hand holding a trusty spear up straight and
stiff. He sported wide, wild eyes which all his crewboys seemed to
possess. This leader normally wore a brown leather loin cloth, snug under
his bony hips. With a buckled pair of black boots, a vine-like belt with a
longer knife and a smaller knife in holsters, and a gold chain around his
neck which held a small, white marble skull. His hair was thick, black, and
wild in the wind which cropped it up and backward, his wide blue eyes
looking over his victims. The partly freckled face looked boyish, almost
baby-like, helped by his pert nose. This is Captain Kickai. For now, he
wore almost nothing but a rope like affair, this pirate captain of more
than one ship and holding the cove town of Tortuga in a deadly grip of
fear. Sole stabbed into a black haired beauty boy. A slit belly button
which had an outtie navel inside it trying to get out of the slit. Sole put
his sword all the way in and pulled out, kicked the boy with one foot and
ran to Kickai, "You? You're their master??? AOI! AOI! AOI!!!!!!"
Kickai saw Sole try to get around him and thrust his spear into Sole's
sword, knocking it down. Sole grabbed Kickai's arms and the spear was held
up above their heads, point to the air, front to their feet.. "ME? Master?
Naw, I don't have those ambitions, just to rule a pirate town and a fleet
of pirate ships. You took that from me, you blond troublemaker! Now I get
my second chance. You will feel what it feels like to do to me what you
did, in your belly button!"
Sole smiled as he struggled, "You are not even making any sense! You used
to make that at least!!!"
"I'll make your belly mine, that's what'll I'll make matey!" Kickai tried
to force Sole's hands and arms off the spear, in a power struggle above.
Sole called, "Aoi, hold on!"
"There's nothing to hold on too, you're friend's finished, as you soon will
be..." Kickai pushed Sole back a bit. "Trio is no more!" Then Sole
pushed Kickai back some more but Kickai kicked the spear end on the ground
and the spear turned freer than before and moved sideways horizontally,
allowing Kickai to level it at Sole. But Sole didn't let go. He held onto
it. With the other hand, he punched a nearby gladiator boy, grabbed a sword
from the boy's holster, stabbed it up point first into the boy's
lava flow outtie, which looked like a volcano lava flow hardened out of a
top ridge over a "No bottom" ridge. Sole pulled out and as Kickai pulled
the spear from Sole's hand, Sole banged his new sword into it, knock ing it
from Kickai's grip. Sole lunged with the sword but Kickai ducked under and
grabbed Sole's elbows, quickly sliding his hands up to Sole's arms and they
fought, the sword overhead just as the spear had been before. "Give it up,
Sole. You tried to ruin me and my bit in life. But it's you and your pals
who're ruined. Finished. He's finished!" As the power struggle began
again, Sole turned to look at Aoi. "See? Trio's done for. Soon you will
not even be a duo!" He pushed against Sole.
Aoi stood his ground. He sweated but grit his teeth. Chokese and Ran
purposefully kept on trying to get the three points in Aoi deeper but not
enough to kill him outright. Ran and Chokese switched their knives from
time to time to cause more damage and pain. They moved their hands to each
other's knives, they even switched places physically. Crunching sounds were
heard but Aoi smiled, knowing he held out. He knew he couldn't hold out for
long though for the three blades were in him deep.
"AOI! AOI! AOI! NO! I love you!" Sole gasped. He pushed Kickai back some
more.
As Sole looked at Aoi, Kickai backed away, allowing Sole to come forward,
but Sole was not looking. Kickai backed but then sprang a bit forward, and
kicked his knee up into Sole's dick and this made Sole bend over in
pain. His balls were hit too. Kickai grabbed up the sword
into his hand but Sole bending, found a long wooden spear, with no
spearhead, like a giant toothpick on the ground. He scooped it up but
Kickai came at him. Sole swung the spear and knocked the sword from
Kickai's grip. Kickai backed up but moved at Sole and grabbed the spear
up. He used the back end to hit Sole in the chin and Sole fell back. Sole
tried to get up but his back hit the ground. He looked at his stomach, his
muscles there flexing. Kickai aimed the spear point around at Sole's nice
bellybutton and in a 45 degree angle, thrust it right into it. "You're done
for! All three of you now! You've had it and you're over. Trio is so over!
Die! Die as your two lovers before you!" Kickai thrust in. As he did, Sole
tried to get up but his muscles flexed around the spear. The point burst
into his stomach hole and through the back wall of his belly button and
deeper.
Aoi turned to Sole, "Sole! Sole no! Sole! I love you! I'm sorry!"
Sole gasped, "We kknew. Didn't we, Aoi, we knew."
"Yeah it had to end this way. It was the only way to go. Go fighting. We
couldn't take on armies, an infinite number of warriors, pirates, Vikings,
barbarians, just the three of us. Sooner or later we had to go down
fighting. But fighting we did. And whatta way to go!"
Sole's hard dick burst forth from his thong, "You said20it, man! Do your
worst, Kickai! Let me have it deep! Let it end this way for me!!!!!!!
Tooo!!!"
Chokese left his two knives in Aoi, "Man, I got get my weapon in on this
action!"
Ran let go of hi sown knife, "All I want in is my weapon in his belly
button! N' deep!"
Ran ran over to Kickai and pulled a trident away from a midget gladiator,
who balked at him. Ran snorted and shoved the trident into Sole's side near
his navel and churned, pointing it until it hit near the spear Kickai
leveled deep. Chokese ran over to Kickai, who smiled at him and
nodded. Chokese picked up a long reed. Thin, it went under the skin of Sole
and slid under the belly button. Chokese slid it in and in. Sole bucked,
his torso came off the ground. "This is it AOI! AOOIIIIIIIIII!
AAHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKDUREE! ENDURE! Fuck! Trio had to end this way. Trio is
no more! No more!!!!!! We end! We all end now!!!!"
"Sole!!!!!!" Aoi stood there, his hands on two of the knives in his belly
button. He grit his teeth. Ran and Chokese shoved their weapons into
Sole. Kickai slid his spear all the way through Sole's meat and into the
ground below. Sole felt this and knew his muscles had been forcibly moved
aside or pinched or poked through for this powerful spear. He jerked and
jerked using only the air. His cum flew onto Ran's leg, Kickai's chest, and
flew sidew ays to Chokese's belly. Dripping. Sole flexed his muscles in his
stomach and tried to get up but then Kickai nodded and Chokese and Ran let
their weapons go and moved off back toward Aoi. Kickai got over Sole
directly and held the spear point directly over, 90 degrees this time. He
shoved it in some more, pulled it out some and shoved it in again. He used
both hands to turn it and twist it and turn some more. Sole's legs bent as
he rose his butt off the ground forcing the spear upward. Kickai was
shocked to see Sole doing this. He shoved down some more.
As Chokese and Ran returned to renew their stabbing of Aoi, Aoi felt them
push and pull on his guts, using their knives. It felt good to have these
in him. Two hot guys standing over him giving him pain in his belly
button. His dick jumped and thumped against Chokese's leg. Wetting it with
pre cum. Ran said, "You one tough brave, I'll give you that."
Chokese pulled one knife out a bit, dug the other one in a bit and then
reversed them, "Don't matter, soon he'll give. He can't take THAT for
long!" They laughed. Aoi loved that they were being mean to him. Loved the
belly button pain. The throbbing belly, the pulsating points deep in his
meat.
Aoi recalled other times he was stabbed. Nolo. That name? Blond skinny
boy. Stabbed him dead once or was it more than once?
Memory slammed back hard : hard in more ways than one:
In Nolo's throne bed room, Aoi, Pare, and Sole, in that order were tied to
large web like strands of metal, set up by Java and five Thoros
warriors. Once the Trio were chained up on the web metal stands, each of
them spread out via arms and legs and stretched on the webs as far as they
could be, the snake vanished. A laugh came from the corner of the bed room
but Demnos was no place to be seen, with the exception of faint red eyes in
the darkest corner. Trio's bellies were stretched tight up and down.
Nolo went over to Pare and Sole, who were set up next to each other. In his
hands were two red knives, slightly curved. He plunged both of them into
Pare and Sole's bellies. Aoi yelled, "Nolo!!!" The hilts of the knives
found skin as the knives were all the way in. Yule was wide eyed and also
mouthed the word NO. Aoi yelled, "Nolo!"
"Feel the pain of death!" Nolo yelped as his own penis was slick and
pressed up against his bare belly button....
The hilts of the knives found skin as the knives were all the way in. Yule
was wide eyed and also mouthed the word NO. Aoi yelled, "Nolo!"
"Feel the pain of death!" Nolo yelped as his own penis was slick and
pressed up against his bare belly button....
"Nolo! Don't!" Aoi yelled , tears coming out his eyes.
Nolo was too excited, caught up in the thrill of it all as he pressed into
Sole's belly, his breath against Sole's breath. Making each other's necks
hot. Sole's sex was large against Nolo's. Nolo tore Sole's loin cloth and
Sole's dick moved the cloth out of the way for it to stiffen against Nolo's
bare lower belly, moving his testicles as it went. Sole strained against it
and moved his back down as far as it could go as he leaned to get off the
web..to no avail. All he could do was lean into Nolo's upper chest and then
lower chest. Nolo threw his head back as he felt wet thick splashes cover
him...not sure if it came from him or Sole or both. Sole knew as he looked
down: both penises were thick with cum so much so that the mushroomic
heads, solid and fleshy at the same time, could not be seen in full. Sole
felt his mushroom head jutt out more. Nolo's dick head hit the ridges
around his mushroom head and made it feel great. Sole picked his head up
and didn't see. He was in bliss. Exploding over and over again against Nolo
and caking cum over Nolo's body and his own. A large drollop of cum flung
over his shoulder and another way over his head. Nolo laughed, "Great! He's
great!"
Sole's head was thrown back too now and his upper body puffed out. Nolo
turned to Pare, who tried to lean his head so far forward as to
bite Nolo in one last effort of resistance. Nolo dodged that and dug in
deeper. Pare groaned and stiffened his ab muscle into one big
washboard. His outtie was gone beneath the knife in his solid body. Nolo
felt his own hand at Pare's hairless area around belly hole as the knife
was all the way in. Pare's sex blew all over Nolo's wrist. Nolo stared at
Pare's eyes, looking up from his handiwork or belliwork as the case may be,
and Pare looked at him with love and care that he would get this kind of
pain from someone mixed with hatred for his defeat. For Pare never thought
Trio would come to an end like this: literally come. The wad he blew over
Nolo's wrist continued up past it and splashed up the side of Nolo's right
side. Sole was on the other side, Nolo's right side while Pare was on the
Nolo's left side, Aoi further to the left. Nolo's left side was covered in
cum as Pare's huge squirt covered his ribs on that side, managing to splash
down against the bare, hairless underarm. It caked there and pooled,
dripped back down a bit, a huge clump staying in the arm pit. Nolo loved
it, "Thanks, Puerto Rican hottie! You rock!"
Aoi was crying now but screamed, "Nolo! I'm gonna kill you!"
Nolo withdrew both knives and Pare slumped, the web holding him up, his
belly ripped. Nolo smiled at the sight, looking from the unthreatening
threat of Aoi's strain ed Oriental face to Pare. He glanced at Sole, who
was in the same hanging position as Pare, his whole body limp save for the
dick which was still excreting white fluid. "Damn!" Nolo smiled and
giggled, "Won't that kid ever stop letting it go! His balls were full!
Shit!"
Yule was hiding behind Aoi's web, touching Aoi's calves with both
hands. Yule had tears in his eyes too. "I...I love you three, I don't
want..."
Nolo wiped cum off his chest and sides, "Oh, Yule, you sentimental fool. I
always loved you for loving even your enemies."
Yule frowned and his lower lip came out, "Only the really...really hot
ones."
Nolo laughed but Yule meant it. Aoi looked up, sniveling but stopping his
tears, "I mean it, I'm gonna kill you very, very slowly...EEEEEE!"
Nolo had run up to Aoi and plugged Aoi's shallow navel with both knives at
once, fisting the knives, "Not bloody likely! Slanty eyes!" He laughed as
Aoi's body leaned in on the knives. Then Aoi bucked backward and stretched
even more, if that were possible. The web, as Pare and Sole's web before
his, shook but still his back and wrists clung to it. Nolo shoved the
knives in as far as they could go and then some. His hand went into Aoi's
belly, "Do you feel the pain!? Do ya? Ha!"
"You fuck!"
Aoi looked up, stretching back up, his chest against Nolo's smaller pecs,
"I'll..."
"...do nothing!" Nolo laughed and took out one of the knives, the one in
his right hand. He twisted the one in his left hand and then quickly
withdrew it while bringing the other knife back in just as quickly. "Can't
let your belly feel lonesome!" He repeated this over and over! "In fact,
can't let it feel anything at all anymore! Feel your death so long in
coming!"
"Cumming!" Aoi said.
Yule hid from the rain of cum cumming from Aoi. He caught some of it and
licked it out of his cupped palms.
"And so long!" Nolo looked down as Aoi's dick, out from his leg of his
loin cloth, hosed down Nolo's own thin but muscled upper left leg. Cum shot
up to Nolo's thigh and down it but also straight up his leg to his ball on
that side. Nolo's dick had cum between it and his testicle. It stirred him
and tingled at his entire left side on his pelvis. Nolo jumped up and down
a small bit. He calmed himself to lick and then bite Aoi's left nipple,
then moved fast to the right rounded, cold tit. He licked and then bit. Aoi
bucked and bucked and then blanched backward as far as he could go, in a
plot to get Nolo stuck on the web too..a plot which failed. Nolo laughed
and rode on Aoi's20hips, his legs around Aoi's legs. He let loose again
himself and it shot past Aoi's hip, leaving some residue and flew past
Yule's head. Yule watched the blob of it splash near his foot behind
him. He dove around for it, mouthing it off the floor.
Nolo drove the knife out Aoi's bare yellow tanned back and then pulled it
out fast. Riding Aoi still, he slowly put the other knife back into the
butchered belly button area, a large area now, "Slowly, slowly, slowly,
THERE!" He did so slowly until he said, "THERE!" Then he plunged it in
and on a slant different from before. He dug and gouged! "OH SO THERE!"
As they both came, they both wondered if something solid were coming out of
their dick hole and when it parted, they felt a vacant feeling in their
flesh tunnels, it hurt like pins as it parted, the long stream coming out
ending and leaving, pins needling away from their dick's lips!
"Yeah it is THERE! GO FOR IT, FUCKER! KILL MMM....ME GOOD!" Aoi licked his
lips and jerked and jerked. More white wash flew up and hit Nolo in the
chin. He looked down and got a lot in his eyes. He shut them.
Aoi fell back and down, limp in body. His dick spilled more cum. Leaking
now.
"Sole dead, Pare dead, I cared for them for so long. I loved them...love
them. They and I love the pain in our bellies..."
9 CGOOD THEN FEEL IT SOME MORE UNTIL YOU DIE EVER SO SLOWLY!" Chokese
said.
Slow death. More memory:
The boy Wiz saw this, "Go ahead, go ahead, go for your weapons. See what
good these will do for you! You who he loved even as I have loved him!"
With his hands up and then raised, he lowered them around his own body. In
a flash, he was gone and two muscle teens were in his place. They each had
long thin black pikes and ran at the two boys. Their faces held vacant
brown eyes and gruff almost- beards.
Aoi ran for his sword first but suddenly he felt himself pierced. "What
the...?" A thin blade popped out his navel, and being bent over, he saw it
in front of him. "Owwww!" The muscle teen that did this to him, raised him
up in his arms and held him from behind, in a grip that made struggling
useless. Aoi tried to get free anyway but moving didn't help. "Aw fuck!"
It only made the hurt in his belly hole more intense. "Lemme go!" He found
he liked that and struggling made him hard and his penis rose up against
the wrists of the muscleteen holding him.
Pare found himself in the same situation. He was not pierced yet but was
held up in the teen's arms, his bare back against the teen's massive chest
valley. "Hey let me go! Let goooo!" The teen took his pike, holding Pare
in one arm, thick and jail like. He took the pike and popped it into Pare's
back. "Arrrghhhhh!" Pare arched backward in pain, not moving for a few
seconds. The teen slid it in. A brief smile flew across the teen's
face. The teen that held Aoi had a similar look on his face. The two teens
faced each other, the pikes dangling out of the bellies of Aoi and Pare,
both boys facing each other. Aoi looked at Pare, both sad faces on at
first. Pare's penis rose up as the pain hit him more and more as he
realized what was happening in his gut hole. Then the two teens moved
toward each other, the pike points sticking out of the two boys they
held....one pike point moving at Aoi's belly and the other moving at Pare's
belly. The two pikes slid against each other, causing the boys to yell. Yet
they jerked and felt good too. The points slid against the shafts and went
into the boys' belly buttons, the area that was left. Aoi and Pare's bodies
met each other and they were chest to chest, breathing heavily. Hot breath
on each of their necks and faces. Their lower extremities met each other as
they struggled. They managed to get their arms out and gripped each other.
Pare gasped, "I...I don't want to die," he said lowly.
Aoi hugged his friend around the shoulders and then moved his hands under
Pare's arms to hold his back, "Let us embrace...one anotheraaaaaaaa...."C2
The teens moved them into each other so much that the pikes went out their
backs and into the bellies of the teens behind them. They were sticking
each other through the two boys. "Damn!" Pare yelled. "That's dope! Slayin
us while killin each other!"
Aoi bit his own lip but then moved into Pare's neck and licked in a frenzy;
Pare moved his lips over Aoi's bent neck to the back of it, brushing his
head into Aoi's slick hair. Their wetness from the pool mingled with their
sweat. They were chest to chest, the pikes both into them and out from
their back and their bellies, impaled on the pikes that also stuck the
teens. Aoi grasped Pare, "They don't seem to care. They're zombies of some
sort, or...or....ohhhhhhhh!"
The two teens fell to one side and as they did, the two boys in between
them had no choice but to fall also. All four kicked in different ways,
each movement of one causing the other pain and pleasure, four spurting
cocks growing in the movements as the wind. Four groaning and huffing dying
males. Pare kissed Aoi's mouth, and in between gasped, "I...I loved you..."
"You...you still do...doogh...dough...don't you?"
"Of course, I will always....love uhhhhhhh....oh yeah!!!"
"Yes go for it, guy!"
"That's it!"
"Ohhhhma n!"
Then they slowly stopped kicking and their legs slowly moved to a
halt. After they all died, their bodies kept jerking a bit until there was
no more movement...but it took a very long time.
As it was taking him to die now. This time he was forcing himself to remain
alive. He stood his ground. He knew he could not for much longer.
"HUHHHHHHH!" Chokese yelled and made Aoi fall to his knees as he shoved as
he yelled. Ran followed his example and shoved too and Aoi was on his knees
but held his proud body upright.
"So before, before I die, you owe me to tell me who your real, real master
is....doncha?"
"Owe you? You chinkie, with your..."
"I'm actually Filipino, from the Phillippines..."
"You a chink!" Chokese shoved. "With your Puerto Rican dead dog of a
friend and that yellow haired pretty boy yellow coward..."
"Sole is no coward..."
"Was no coward, for he's as good as dead already unless you haven't looked
over at his mangled, mince meated former belly hole!" Ran laughed.
Chokese went on, "You strolled into our lives, the lives of thousands of
people, killing and claiming to protect them and then leaving them to the
mercy of those who would take from them, scavengers, barbarians, armies who
would take their lives, for goods o r just for fun, fun like you used to
kill for...fun! Leaving those who claimed to save to these... well fuck
that! You feel that in you now! That's what we felt! What I feel when I
died!"
"But...but you did die! So who brought you back? Was it...."
"Me?" Demnos in a purple cape and nothing else floated overhead, "Why, of
course it was me. Who else? I have plans for your bodies, just as I have
plans for all the bodies of all your friends and all your allies, just as I
already did to... "
A new voice. New to this area but not new to Aoi. He thought he recognized
it. "Demnos, damn you, don't tell him everything! You'll ruin it!"
Demnos smiled, "You are right..."
"Kiko?" Aoi wondered, "That Native American betrayer?" Aoi knew the next
thing he said was not true but he thought he'd taunt Chokese and Ran
anyway, "As all Native Americans are betrayers to true friends..."
"You chink bastard!" Chokese turned the knife, pulled it out abit and
shoved it back in again.
"Filipino!" Aoi said, grunting, shivering now. "Not traitors like you
Natives....amer..."
"We ARE NOT! You Trio are! OH THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE NOT, CAUSE YOU'RE NOT
TRIO ANYMORE!!!" He stabbed again and too k the knife half out and shoved
it in again and did the same thing with the second knife.
With the third knife, Ran did the same thing and shoved in deeper. Demnos
laughed, "And now Trio, oh, did I say Trio, I meant UNO, for there's just
one of you and not long for this world at that! I must go and leave you to
your death. I'll be back for your carved up carcass for my own uses....of
this I tire, so I'll leave you to expire..." He laughed, "Hey look at
that, I'm a poet and didn't even know it."
Demnos looked at Aoi and Sole, "Oh not dead yet? What a shame. Indeed, this
is the last Trio will bother me or my plans or my minions of evil. The Seer
can't help you now, he's in heaven, Wiz is otherwise occupied, the Boy is
on the real Earth, and your other allies are either dead, incapacitated or
otherwise engaged....taken care of just like the foursome you thought...."
"Demnos!" Kiko yelled, "Get a move on. I have need of you again!"
Demnos laughed, "Enjoy your death and boys, enjoy doing him as I have
enjoyed setting all this up!" He floated up into the clouds and vanished
in a puff of red smoke and yellow fire. His laugh lasted a minute after he
was gone.
"We are enjoyin it!!" Chokese said and pushed the knife in and let
go. Aoi grabbed the hilt and rolled his head back in pain. He shut his
eyes. Chokese let go of the other one shaking Aoi away in a fit.
Ran puffed into Aoi's face, as Aoi recovered from the constant pain wave
and looked at him proudly. "You tire and soon you shall have your belly on
constant fire....ehee hee, I'm a poet too and I didn't even know it...ahh,
fuck, I grow tired of this ...."
"Fuck it! Just let's do HIM NOW!" Chokese picked up a spear and shoved it
all the way into Aoi's lower belly, just above his dick, but Aoi still
stood his ground. Ran grabbed a sword he had and shoved it into Aoi's upper
stomach, digging into his abs, which stood the test. Ran shoved harder,
biceps flexing. Aoi got off his knees and stood up as they pressed
forth. "Damn! He's strong! Strong one, your strength is wasted! You are no
more! Trio is gone, done in forever! DIE! DIE ALREADY hear me!"
Ran snorted, "Yeah die."
"Sole!" Aoi reached out for Sole. "Sole!!!!"
On the ground suffering equally, Sole looked at Aoi and reached out his
hands, one moving past his own chest to reach out for Aoi, "Die well, Aoi!
Die well!"
"As you are!" Aoi smiled and returned. "The only way to go, buddy!"
Kickai found the spear going out Sole's back and he shoved more. Churn,
turn, and twist. Cum hit Kickai's chest again. Sole gasped and grasped. His
hands were now holding onto the spear shaft and the tried to push it up but
could not. He finally let go and his spirit left his body. He went totally
limp but his dick spurted even after his life left him. Kickai laughed,
"Try to finish me, will ya? You were a pretty blond belly boy. One tough
cabin boy but just a cabin boy. You can't best me. You tried pretty boy.
But now you dead!"
Aoi felt the spear and sword in him. He stood up and stayed that way.
Chokese left the spear in Aoi after pushing it all the way through. "Felt
so damned fucking good! Pare, we died before. This time....there is no
escape...goodbye Pare, goodbye Sole. This is the true end of us, we are a
Trio no more..." The spear dangled out his back and made it difficult for
Aoi to drag it as Aoi tried to walk toward Ran, who leveled a sword at him
again and again. He shoved, pulled out, as if he were afraid Aoi would hurt
him and shoved it back in again. Chokese picked up a trident and shoved it
in Aoi's bare untouched side and pulled out and pushed it into the belly
button area. He stood back. To watch. Chokese and Ran hugged each other and
watched now. Aoi went to his knees again. He fell back onto the ground, his
back to the ground, his knees to the air. His ample dick sprung up and cam
and cam. Fire rained in his navel, burning feeling filled his dick, dick
lips parted and a burning sensation filled it, as a hundred needle pricks
pricked his prick! He shot a load and felt like his scrotum was shooting
off into space, his balls were red-hot, his dick unyielding, not undying.
He died.
Chokese and Ran laughed. Aoi stood up. The two Indians stepped back. He
took a step to them. They gasped. Aoi took a Viking spear to the belly. It
burned him. "KILL HIM!" He heard many say this. As he moved at them,
others joined them. Vikings, pirates, Natives of many lands. Picts.
Barbarians. Boys. Teenagers, men, warriors, Mongols, Polynesians....they
all had some pointy weapon. The first circle were afraid to come near Aoi
but they did eventually. They stuck him with dozens of points. Aoi went
down again but this time, the ones on the outside couldn't see for there
were so many that they blocked the view of Aoi from the ones on the
outside. Covering him like a swarm of bees or a flock of attacking birds,
the warriors all stabbed down into Aoi, leaving no bit of bare flesh on him
untouched. His navel was obliterated. His dick was the only thing
untouched and that shot up like a rocket...
He sat up in a bed, in a hut, in a Chinese hut. A farm. At night. The
window showed the velvet sky filled with stars. Aoi found cum filled his
navel to the max. He bent over to look at it. He put his hands to the belly
button. He began to sob loudly. He heaved and cried loudly. Next to h im a
hand rose. It went around his bare back. You. You looked at him, "You go
ahead and cry, Dark One. You, a god, who came to this earth to help us. You
became a man to help us. You lost your powers, your godhoods...you lost it
all..."
Aoi looked up through his hands and tears. He put his hands down. Tears
rolled, "Lost something. Yes I lost a lot. A great deal. I lost them
both...." He touched his stomach.
You put his hands to Aoi's belly, "Does it hurt?"
Aoi nodded so getting behind Aoi spooning him, You put his hands around
from behind. He touched Aoi's stomach and rubbed gently. Aoi soothed
again. He sobbed some more, heavy heaves as the dream remained. You rubbed
along Aoi's pelvis and down to his hips. He moved outward to the outer edge
of the hips. He put his fingers back in the navel and cleaned out the cum
there. He put his hands back down again and moved them down. You asked,
whispering in Aoi's ear, "Okay?" Aoi nodded so You put his hands down to
Aoi's dick and rubbed. He jerked slowly, massaging it. It's firmness from
the cummy wet dream still evident, getting more and more solid. You opened
his mouth and couldn't believe how thick and long it was. He jerked and
jerked until Aoi foamed with pre cum again and finally shot another
load. This went on for a long time and next to them, Sun and Alexi, Yo u's
brothers, woke up and saw what was going on.
"Hey we don't wanna be left out."
"Cum on then," You said.
That night, in the same bed, the four of them had sex in every which way
possible. This went on all night until early morning. They sucked, fucked,
and did other things, even play fought. They cam over and over again and
again. In the morning, after having stayed on guard all night, in case the
gambling warriors attacked, or there were more Samurai or Ninja warriors
coming to kill them, Meo came in from outside. He found the foursome
engaged in some sex, all four as one body in doggie style sex. 69ing,
etc. Meo looked at them, hands on hips.
Meo looked at the four in the big bed. "I guess you're all healed then,
huh?"
Aoi puffed and turned over, putting his hands behind his head and putting a
piece of straw he found on the night table into his mouth, "What happened?"
"I found you. I used the Feng spears to kill the last three Water Ninjas."
Alexi was on his side, "But...but we were..."
Meo nodded, "Yes you were," and pointed. "So you shouldn't be doing what
you just were doing. You should be resting. You should be dead."
You sprang up from the bed, "You used the powder?"
"Yeah, the last of it by t he way," Meo said, "There is no more. I wanted
to try to use some on Li and ...Fush."
"It was too long for them," Sun said, sad. "And as for Brue... there
wasn't enough of him to find to use it on."
Meo puffed, "Well I've already lost five brothers to this thing...I say we
leave. Today..."
"You can leave if you want to." Aoi leaned back and stretched, "But for
what they did to my friends, your brothers, I will slay them all."
You went over to Meo, "Meo, don't listen to him. He...He wanted to get
stabbed...he likes it in his belly button. He likes the pain and he likes
the death."
Aoi leaned up on his pillow, "Don't forget the killing. I like the killing
others too." He faked a fake sword thrust, "Right in their belly button
navel gut holes too."
"He's crazy," You whispered to Meo, "I say we leave too."
Meo puffed, "I...I don't know."
Aoi got out of bed totally naked, dripping cum, lively and white and
thick. He made a fist, "We killed all their Ninjas and I killed their
Samurai. We can do it."
You turned to him, "They killed Feng and he was the best of all. We can't
hope to defeat them..."
8 0Well you can run, I don't blame you," Aoi said and strapped on his loin
cloth as he spoke and stood up, "I will kill all the bastards."
"And they will come and kill us anyway after they kill you!" You yelled at
him. Aoi just shrugged. "I know what's wrong with you, I really do. What is
it is that you can't face the fact that three of my brothers are dead
because of you and you were unable to stop them from being slain!"
Aoi took out his knife and came up to You pushing him against the door with
the knife at You's belly button...
TO BE CONTINUED...
CHARACTER NOTES: The zombies that were brought to life by Wiz, who was
possessed at that time by Kiko, appeared in 4 which introduced Wiz who
wasn't named until 7; the redknives that Nolo stabbed Trio with were in 33;
Nolo's stabbing of Pare and Sole was in 33 and this plot thread wasn't
solved until 39; between 33 and 39 we were with Simon and allies of Trio;
Matre was the ally wolf vampire zombie witch warlock boy of Trio in 47;
Amun the Prince of Egypt was in 48; Rian was an Irish barbarian warrior of
a group of scavengers who raped Gior and killed Gior's two older brothers
slowly and Rian first appeared in 57; Mikal was one of Gior's two older
brothers in 58; Gior was introduced in 57 but named in 58; Pare slowly fell
in love with Gior; Attil th e son of Attilia the Hun was in 59 first as a
friend, then later became an enemy; Urik, the son of Attil and the grandson
of Attilia was mentioned in 60 but introduced visually in 62; he was killed
accidentally during violent sex by Gior in 64; Gior died in 69, victim of
an Indian arrow; in 69 Wiz accompanied by the ghost of Urik took Gior and
Scott to heaven; Chokese appears in 70 and Aoi took a liking to him but
Chokese attacked in 70 died slowly in 71; Ran was in 71 and fought so well
he became the mixed open Indian tribe's chief in 75 when the Old One dies;
American Indian Natives Tamak (a Lakota), Winket (a Comanche), Reuaga (a
Pueblo), Iyo (Tewa), Kit (an Apache) and another seven boys joined them
also including a Pima boy, an Anasazi, and two Navajos all came from
70. Kickai first appears during the Sole solo saga episode 83 (which began
in 78 and ended in 95; 95 began Aoi's solo adventure in a displaced China
in the land of Violenza--the land Trio is usually in). In 77 Trio fought
Arabs and they had to escape a bomb using a time tunnel in order to save
innocent women and children and old people. This split them up from Wiz and
each other and robbed the Trio of their memories. It also sent them to
different times and places in the land of Violenza.
Originally I toyed with the idea of making this the last Trio story and
making it NOT a dream. But as 100 came at a time when Aoi is heavily
involved in a Chines e Japanese storyline, solo, I just made it a dream. It
may still come to pass that this entire event will happen in the future but
it may change in some ways if Aoi can make it change in some way. It is not
just a dream story. It will have an impact on Trio much later on. It might
even be their real end. Some day.
As for the alternate Trios: Aki, Tomus (who Sole took a sexual liking to),
and Basil appeared in 63, spared by Trio and unknown to Trio, where
original Trio trainer Feng took them out of a Scavenger castle to train
them in his lair---for all we know they are still there; the other "new"
Trio of Yoshi, Dylon, and Nakoi, were slain during the pirate gladiator
games for Kickai's amusement but raised accidentally by Wiz who thought
they were the original Trio---they are with Wiz now on a Spanish ship and
Wiz is trying to help them become warriors, heaven help them all. Yoshi
was in 88, yet it's hard to say when these three came into the storyline
because there are a number of cabin boys and pirate boys, unnamed in the
beginning of the pirate Sole storyline that started in 78 and ended in 95;
these pirate and cabin boys go on from torture victims to pirates'
gladiators for amusement and testing; Nakoi appears briefly in 86; Dylon is
in 89 but he might have been in an earlier sequence too (he is in 78 and
may be one of the unnamed guys in earlier chapters). 95 began the Aoi solo
adventure in a misplaced China. Phew!!!!